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Picked up my 22WMR T-Bolt last night and just finished sighting her in;

Compared to the 22LR!

Both rifle's sport a Zeiss Conquest 3-9x40 MC with a Number 4 reticle in a set of Conetrol CUSTUM rings and bases and are set up identically in terms of eye relief.

And an in-joke amongst my brother and I. The 22LR's case is the green whereas the "girly" 22WMR's is the pink one.

When I got my 22LR, my brother said I should have gotten a "real gun" 22WMR instead, not a "girly" 22LR.

So we went out shooting one night, I took the T-Bolt 22LR and he took his CZ-452 American 22WMR and we pinging off a couple of rabbits when we stumbled across a fox. He had a shot with his 22WMR at a bit over fifty metres but missed so I did a quick follow up with my T-Bolt as the bastard tried to run and winged him in the chest and a second shot stopped his flight completely.

It's pretty simple really, since the economic down turn in Russia a few years back their military has shrunk exponetionatly, and as such they now have a surplus of new AKs.
I'm more curious to see this "new model" though. I've read somewhere that some Russian military types want to return to the old 7.62x39 bullet, while others wish to remain with the newer 5.45.
One things for certain though, the AK will be around for a long time yet!

I've been taking the 22WMR T-Bolt out every second or so night on the farm after foxes and thought I'd share last night's hunt.

I posted this on a hunting forum originally so anyone who doesn't like a little blood or gore please don't read.

Spoiler for Size/Reader Discretion:

Went out for about three hours - got back inside just after midnight - and I followed one fox around the farm for a good half an hour. I finally snuck up on him and got a shot off at just a bit under a hundred metres and BAM.

Headshot.

I was stocked and kept moving.

A few hundred metres later came across a hare just sitting near a fence post a bit over fifty metres away. Off hand shot and aiming a touch low... BAM.

Headshot.

Now I'm grinning like an idiot and wondering if I'd see anything else with the moon starting to peak out behind the heavy cloud cover. Oh but lo and behold!

A few hundred metres down near the river I did a quick sweep of the closest flatlands - that Sea Lion torch with the spot light globe is phenomenal - and saw six different sets of eyes within three hundred metres. I picked the closest group and trekked towards them in darkness.

As I approached within a hundred metres I kept doing a quick sweep to make sure the fox was still there. Made it to my firing position off a nearby fence post and fire up the torch again.

Holy crap there's actually two foxes! One had caught a rabbit and the other was watching on the sidelines probably trying to steal the kill.

Well both foxes are facing the other way and feeling no inclination for honour towards these scavenger bastards I lined up the closest ones head and fired.

Instant rag doll. It dropped to the ground with all four legs splayed wide like a sack of crap.

I'm nodding to myself now in satisfaction as I cycle the bolt and acquire the second fox who is now nailed on the spot looking around. I line up on his head and feeling he was a bit further away, raise the crosshair to the top of his head between the ears and squeezed off a shot.

Nothing.

I was cussing as the bastard ran off and I kept running the shot through my mind and compared to the first shot I felt it should have hit. I tried chasing the fox for a few hundred metres but he was set on not dying that night and made tracks.

Oh well says I and I continue my trek on, I couldn't sight the first fox I shot in the long grass and decided to just keep on going. Eventually I came across another hare and two rabbits before it was really getting late and added them to the bag for the night and decided to head home.

On the way back I came past where I couldn't find the second fox I shot and just ran the torch over the area and ooh, there he was!

Interested to see where the shot landed I jumped the fence and walked up to him.

On inspection the bullet had hit him right on the top of the head. There was like this channel across the top of his skull dug into the flesh.

But he didn't look quite right so I gave the bastard a nudge with my boot and holy fucking shit the bastard's eyes spring open and he jumps up!

I'm thumbing the safety off the T-Bolt as quick as I can as the fox starts running at full speed away from me and I give him a good bit of lead off hand and fire.

Thud.

The fox comes to a screaming halt with a shot right in his neck.

I'm standing shaking my head at the whole situation and that's when the shot at the third fox comes back to me. I had definitely given that bastard too much drop if the first shot had only just grazed the head of this one.

I just couldn't get over this fox lying there out cold in the paddock with this channel scraped across the top of its head!

Lucky I did find him on the way back, otherwise apart from waking up with a splitting headache he would have lived to die another day.

So, after over eighteen months of owning my Steyr I FINALLY sighted it in to my liking and took it out varminting down the river flats.

I set the rifle on a stack of silage bales which I paced out as two hundred and twenty metres from the closest stretch of the river. I retreated back to my "hide" which was in plain view...

I waited about forty minutes just scanning up and down the stretch river line when I saw movement pretty much at the opposite side of the area I had set up in.

Freddy Fox has joined the server.

The fox ventured out into the open and was sniffing around near a water trough as if following the scent of something.

My guesstimate off scaling fence posts off my scope was that the fox was at least three hundred metres away but closing slowly.

I'm not sure if there are any fellow hunters here but I'm sure anyone who has played a game and watches their quarry slowly wander right where you want them felt the same excitement I did as I released the safety.

I double checked my range chart and confirmed my hold over as I waited for the fox to stop again.

After traveling thirty feet the bastard stops and sniffs the ground... I take first pressure on the trigger as I begin the three quick breaths then release technique.

On the release of my breath the fox slowly raises it's head to sniff the air and that is where I lay my sights.

Boom.

The less vivid I describe the next part the better so I'll recreate the event in a form most BF3 players will understand...

Enemy Down 100pts
Headshot 10pts
Marksman Bonus 320

I was so bloody stoked I cleared the rifle and jumped down from my spot and paced out the shot. Which as above, I came to 320m.

And thus, I blooded the rifle.

Other news, my new shotgun has turned up at the importers;

Browning Cynergy Mossy Oak Duck Blind with 30" barrels and magnum length chambers. Just need to pay for it and have it sent to my local store. Win-win.

Still waiting on a Sako 85 Varmint in 204Ruger to come into the country. Sigh.